Good Morning Beautiful (Harry Styles Fanfic) *Undergoing a Re-Write*

16. Two Thumbs Up

Mallorys POV:

                  "Wait, what are you going to wear?" I ask Chandni as she pulls her suitcase into Harrys dimly lit room. We tend to keep the lights low so thay they aren't "Omigod MY EYES!" bright but it's still possible to see where you're going, simply because it's one less thing to start a headache for me. Oh the hassles we must go through. We all decided on going out to eat tonight because my brother and parents were here, so Chandni and I thought that we should help eachother with outfit choices.

                  "I don't know. I was hoping I would be able to find a dress that shows skin but not enough for me to get arrested as a prositute. Gotta keep my man happy, yah knnoooow?" She answered matter-of-factly as she spilled her bags contents onto the maroon and gray striped douve, her mess of clothes taking up over half of the bed.

                 "Don't I know it." I smirked as I searched through my bag. Most of my clothes were dirty. My parents all of a sudden visit and my fainting had made me neglect my plans of doing my much needed laundry. I look at what I have left, my face falling.           

                 "I guess a plaid shirt and striped pajama pants probably wouldn't be a good choice?" I ask glumly as I throw the two items back into my bag.

                "Hun, that's never a good choice. I think we might need some help." She mischievously replied after a moments thought and stood up and skipped out of the room. What. A. Freak. I stood up from my spot on the floor in the corner and walked around on the hardwood floor until I reached Harrys dresser. The top of it was littered with empty wrappers, cups and skribble covered notebooks. At least he tidied up a bit, I thought with a smile as I held up his airplane necklace. I could of sworn he was wearing it earlier. Must have taken it off. I brought it closer to my face, admiring it's delicateness with its smooth edges. Without even thinking, I placed it over my head and around my neck until it hung by the collar of my shirt with my infinity sign. It's not like he'd mind. As I abandoned the dresser and started towards the door to see where Chandni went, she came rushing in, both Eleanor and Danielle at her side, big smiles on all of their faces.

               "What..?" I questioned as they all sat on the bed.

              "We, are here to help. As in, make you look appropriate for your parents but still make Harry want to rip your clothes off, even in public." Eleanor smiled widely as she looked at my pathetic excuse for clothes in the corner, no worry even showing on her face.

              "You do see the lack of clothes right? As in I have no decent outfit what-so-ever." I scoff with a bit more malice than intended. By the smile on Eleanors face, it seemed she was no where near affected by my harshness.

               "It's like you don't know who you're talking to." Danielle laughed as she admired some of Chandnis new clothes.

               "What? Do you guys know how to make clothes magically appear?" I questioned with doubt.

             "Well, yeah, basically. It's kind of my thing." Eleanor replied with a smirk as she gracefully stood up from the bed and walked circles around me, looking me up and down. What was she doing?

             "Hun, don't worry, I'm not checking you out." She laughed as she went to a hault a few feet infront of me. "I'm just processing what you would look drop dead gorgeous in. Not that you won't look gorgeous in what you're wearing but I mean, we want Harry to be practically on his knees begging for you."